User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110803165750/@comment-3135907-20110803173342

Strongwing hears a harsh cawing in the distance. "By brethren have heeded the call!" Six score black birds, all ravens but for two crows, land with a mass fluttering of wings and shaking of claws. Strongwing bows yet again before Wroc. "I serve only thee, O Great Wing, as my fighters also. Krind!" A raven flaps up to the limb. He is huge, bigger than any raven seen before in this part of the land. Krind bows to Strongwing. "Brother? What do you want of me?"
 * "Bow not to me but to your master, Wroc Caw, Mighty Wing of all the land. All 120 of ye shall obey him, and only him. I am a mere follower of his Greatness." Krind bows low to Wroc Caw. "What shall I do, Mighty Wing?"